Battle Royale with Cheese! - Epilogue (Patreon)

The couch squeaked as Tabby planted her prodigious ass on its cushions, enjoying the squeals of horror from the souls trapped inside. Lying back, she spread her arms and swept her gaze around the bridge of the saucer. The vortex of a catflap filled the main monitor–its swirling pinkness was oddly hypnotic.

Drawing in a deep breath, Tabby yawned. Mom, she was tired. Who knew running an interactive game show was such a lot of work?!

Lifting her legs onto the couch, she lay her head against the armrest and closed her eyes. She was just about to drift off to sleep when, like a cat meowing to be fed, her pussy struck her with a fresh pang of heat.

Opening an eye, Taberu sighed. She was about to finger herself quickly and go straight to sleep when she remembered what she’d recently acquired. Chuckling, she licked her lips and reached into her chest…

*

Samus whimpered at the giant hand tightened around her, its pudgy fingers already reigniting the fire of ecstasy that had only just died inside her. As it hauled her out into the light, she struggled not to beg. One round of being plunged into vagina was enough…

Holding her inanimate form up, Taberu smirked and leaned in to give her a kiss on the head. Her touch struck Samus with an irresistible pang of pleasure, one so strong she couldn’t keep herself from screaming in her head. Stop it, damn you!

With a little laugh, Taberu flicked her switch. Samus screamed as her body started to vibrate with all the energy of a beehive, trembling with an irresistible, mind-shaking power. If she’d still had teeth, they would have chattered madly. If she’d still had eyes they would have poured. N-n-nn~! St-st-st-stop!

Licking her lips, Taberu lowered her to her sex, shuddering in delight as Samus’s tip met her clit. Samus herself moaned and screamed in her head, her ecstasy growing stronger with every second she shook.

“Nn~!” Screwing up her eyes, Taberu bit her lips and moaned, spreading her legs wider and cupping a boob with her free hand. After the events of the Royale, she had a lot of boob to cup.

Lower down, meanwhile, Samus found herself pulled back. It was only a brief reprieve–just long enough for Taberu to catch her breath–and it neither stopped her from vibrating nor her pleasure from growing stronger.

Finally, a second later, Taberu dropped her back towards her sex and slipped Samus’s long, hard form into her vagina. Schlup! The two of them screamed–one aloud, one in silence.

As the tight, sticky walls of Taberu sucked on her like a lollipop, Samus lost herself in the ecstasy of it. Wetness and warmth washed over and through her, making her burn with a growing, intense lust that only heightened as she slid deeper and deeper till at last the heat grew so great she could bear it no more.

With a silent, unheard scream, Samus exploded in lust, losing herself to the vibrations of her form.

*

Y-Yang!

Ruby could only watch, wanting to snivel, as the catgirl in the lab coat threw herself onto the bed. Grabbing Ruby’s sister by her plasticized arm, she dragged her onto it too, rolled on top of her, pulled back her hips, and–

Schlup! “Nyaaah~” Licking her lips, Futanari pumped.

Yang! Sitting on the smooth, white bedside cabinet, her own plasticized pussy still sore and sticky from the catgirl's abuse, she whimpered internally with each pump of Futa’s hips, shuddering at the harsh, wet sounds that rolled through the bedroom. Please! Please, stop it!

With one last, emphatic thrust, Futanari grunted and shivered. Extracting her shaft from Yang’s sticky hole, she sat on the bed and stroked herself and sighed, cock looking no less erect than it had been when she started. “Urgh, it’s nyo good, nya. I still feel so horny.” With a sigh, she leaned towards the bedside cabinet.

Ruby screamed as the catgirl’s giant hand loomed over her. No! No! Please, not again! Not again! Not–! Squeak! Futanari’s fingers tightened on her plasticized torso and head, making Ruby’s boobs squeak as she wrenched her off the cabinet.

Holding her up, Futa fingered Ruby’s swollen nipples and clit, licking her lips and stroking her shaft as she did so. “Nyou know, I’d like to stop,” she said, “but nyour pleas for mercy just make me even hornier…” She giggled.

Ruby whimpered.

“Ready?” said Futanari, raising her high. “Three. Two. Aaaaand–”

NO!

Futa’s cock slammed into her and speared her, forcing its way all the way through her body, almost bursting out of her mouth. At the same time, the sensations pierced Ruby’s mind–all her coherent thoughts vanished, instantly overwhelmed by the brain-wrecking feeling of being stretched near to tearing. Futa’s cock deformed her body and mind alike, reducing her form to a sheath of plastic around its girth and her thoughts to little more than sheer terror and lust.

Giggling, Futa tightened her grip and started to pump.

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! …Squeak! “Nn~!”

Ruby could only moan as the catgirl’s semen filled her.

*

Stroking 18’s length with a long, pale finger, Nomi hmm’d. “It has been a few days since I’ve tried some nyew anal beads, nya.”

As the Bakeneko floated across the bedroom to the scarlet-curtained four-poster bed, 18 shivered internally. Learning what she’d become made her want to retch. You can’t be serious! she’d thought. You turned me into anal beads?!

Plopping her butt on the luxurious mattress, Nomi tightened her grip on her 18’s body, striking her with a blast of pleasure in the process. Lying back, she spread her legs as wide as possible and lowered 18 to the puckered gray donut between. It filled the anal beads’ sight like an off-color black hole, threatening to suck in her whole world.

“Nyou should get used to it,” said Nomi, tone callous, “nyou’re going to be seeing a lot from nyow on, nya.”

And with one last stroke for good luck, she thrust 18 into her asshole. Schlup!

18 screamed as her head–her top bead–slipped inside it. The pressure on her former face felt like a kiss that encompassed her entire head. It made her want to moan.

Unable to scream aloud, she could only squeal in her head as Nomi took a deep breath and forced her a little deeper, grunting as 18’s second bead–her chest–slipped into her anus. 18’s silent screams doubled in intensity. Now it felt as if Nomi were groping her boobs too.

Nomi, of course, wasn’t satisfied with just two beads. With a schlup, in popped 18’s third. This one was made of her buttocks and hips. When Nomi’s rectum tightened around it, 18 felt as if someone were kneading her buttcheeks. Nn~! Let go!

Her pleas for mercy earned no response, of course. In fact, instead of letting go, Nomi’s sphincter seemed to tighten, tighten and flex, gripping 18’s long, hard form like a pair of lascivious hands.

Utter pleasure wracked 18’s body. Stop! she moaned as Nomi forced her deeper. Stop!

*

R-Ruby…

Sitting on the bed, her plastic pussy clogged with hot semen, Yang could only watch as Futa speared her sister’s reduced figure, deforming her with the sheer girth of her penis. By the time the Bakeneko had finished impaling her, Ruby had been reduced to little more than a thin layer of plastic on her cock. Seizing her, Futa started to pump.

Yang whimpered.

Finally, with a grunt, Futa came, making her Ruby’s form bloat like a used condom. Pulling her off, Futa tossed her onto the bedside cabinet without a word, sat back, and sighed again. “Urgh! I’m still horny.”

Her eyes turned to Yang.

Seeing the catgirl look at her so lasciviously, a fresh wave of panic rippled through Yang’s body. No, no, please not again! You’ve just used me! You’ve just used me! You’ve just–!

Futanari seized her. “Nyou know…” she said, giving Yang’s sticky pussy a poke, “I haven’t used nyour other holes nyet, have I, nya?”

If Yang had still had real skin, she would have paled. Nonononono–!

“Let’s see if they’re as tight as nyour pussy, nya~.”

Spinning Yang around, she threw her back onto the bed. With a squeak, Yang landed on her bloated chest and lay there with her butt up in the air, whimpering. No! Please!

Futa’s hands grabbed her asscheeks. Yang felt something sticky nuzzle her ass. No! No! Nononono–!

Schlup!

Yang screamed, mind splintering, as Futa’s swollen penis slammed deep into her anus, stretching her wider than should ever have been possible and making her wish she could still scream aloud. Nnn~! Stop!

Futanari only pumped that much harder.

Schlup! Schlup! “...Nnn~! …Nyaaah~.”

Yang whimpered.

*

As Futanari filled the other doll’s ass with cum, Erza watched from the smooth white floor, half-terrified, half-relieved it hadn’t happened to her yet.

Her memories of the end of the Royale, of hugging her restored form, of rushing to hug Lucy, were still fresh. For an instant, she thought she’d been spared her awful fate, but in the end the wheel of fortune had come full circle. Lucy… I’m sorry… I couldn’t save you…

Her current form lacked the worst aspects of its previous iteration–namely the swollen belly and boobs–but what did that matter when she was inanimate all the same? Watching the future that awaited her play out on the bed, Erza had little choice but to sink into despair.

“Nyaaaah~.” Pulling her cock out of Yang, Futa sat up and tossed the blonde’s inanimate form aside with a sigh. “Urgh, what’s it going to take to sate me?!”

On the floor, Erza whimpered. Please don’t notice me. Please don’t notice me–

Futa sniffed the air like a bloodhound, and her eyes turned to Erza. “Oh, that’s right, nya~. I almost forgot I picked up some other toys.”

Erza shivered. Please, she thought, knowing deep down there was no chance of mercy, please, don’t–!

Futa’s hand tightened around her wrist. Erza found herself wrenched across the room and onto the bed with a scream.

Turning Yang around again, Futanari planted Erza in her lap. Erza shuddered at the feeling of hot semen and warm plastic beneath her. The blonde’s boobs poking into her back only made everything worse.

Digging her fingers deep into Erza’s boobs, making their plastic squeak and their owner moan in ecstasy, Futa licked her lips and aimed her cock at Erza’s fat, plastic pussy. “Nyou should try and get used to this,” she said, almost casually. “It’s going to happen to nyou a lot from nyow on, nya~.”

If Erza had still been human, she would have sat there shivering, pale and silent in horror. The thought of spending her life as a toy for Futanari or another creature like her made her want to–

With a ‘hup!’, Futa thrust. Erza screamed.

*

From her place on the bedside cabinet, Megumin could only watch as Futanari finished abusing her one-time partner. Megumin hadn’t had very long to get to know her, but the sight of her suffering still filled her with terror. How had it ended up like this?

When they’d returned to her normal, human form, Megumin had dared to hope she might actually get to go home and live the rest of her life as normal. After the events of the Royale, she didn’t know how she could ever have been so delusional.

Now, compacted into a cylinder of synthetic flesh trapped in a shell of hard red plastic, she could only squirm at the thought of what the future held. The air of the bedroom felt cool against her vagina, the only part of her exposed.

From the bed came a plop as Futanari pulled her penis out of Erza’s cum-filled sex. “Nyaah~, I love breaking in tough girls, nya~.” She giggled. “Hmm, I’m still horny though. Maybe I nyeed someone a little weaker.”

Her eyes, bright and thin, turned to Megumin. If Megumin had still had a mouth, she would have squeaked.

“Hmmm,” said Futa, picking her up and licking her lips. “I don’t think I’ve used nyou yet, have I?” She giggled. “Oh, that’s right, I recognize nyou… Nyou’re the one who likes explosions, aren’t nyou? Fufufu. How appropriate~. Well, nyou should enjoy this, nya.”

Grin full of fangs, she lined up Megumin’s sex with her cock and pulled back. Megumin had an instant to stare at the broadsword before her, just long enough to comprehend what she was about to experience. No! she cried. Nonononono! Stop!

With a smirk, Futa slammed her onto her shaft.

Aiiii! As Futanari’s cock crashed deep into her depths, pleasure pierced Megumin’s mind like a lance. The catgirl’s cock was all-consuming–it tore through her brain and flattened everything, leaving her unable to think of anything but cock. Ah!

Tightening her grip on Megumin’s shell, Futanari pumped her up and down, up and down, striking her with fresh bolt after fresh of ecstasy, until at last–

“What’s the magic word?” said Futa, tapping her chin. “Oh, that’s right! Explosion!”

Splurt!

*

The catgirl’s hand felt tight around Tohru’s body. No matter how hard she tried to move, she wasn’t able. Nn~! Kobayashi!

“I’m really sorry about all the mess,” said the catgirl holding her, turning Tohru around so she could see the pristine garden. “We’ve been so busy filming I haven’t had time to do any weeding, nya!” She giggled.

Bouncing through the garden, she came to a stop on a little island surrounded by a babbling stream. Four trees with feminine trunks and strangely-colored leaves stood in a circle around its center.

Striding into the clearing between them, Yuri dropped to the ground and made herself comfy. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I know nyou probably don’t care about the plants or anything, nya. Let me make it up to nyou…”

W-what do you mean? thought Tohru. Hey, what are you–?! No! Not again!

With a cheerful smile, Yuri spread her legs and lowered Tohru’s head to the dripping sex between them.

Tohru tried to pull back, whimpering in horror. She’d been inside Yuri once already, and though it hadn’t felt bad, the sheer pleasure of it scared her. Too much of it would break her.

“Don’t be scared,” said Yuri. “It’s supposed to feel good, nya!” With an innocent smile, she guided Tohru inside her. “Nyaaah~!”

As Yuri’s pussy tightened on her body, Tohru screamed at the waves of pleasure flowing through her head. Nn~! Nn~! Stop! Stop! Her entire body felt like a single, giant, hyper-erogenous clitoris. She thrummed with erotic energy, brain melting in the face of the heat.

Pulling her back, Yuri pumped her in and out, shuddering in ecstasy with each thrust.

Nn~! Ah! Ah… Ah! Nn~! St-stop! M-more! Harder! Slower! Nnnnn~! Soon enough, Tohru couldn’t decide what to think. She didn’t want to be used like this, but the pleasure–it was so good. She just wanted more, more, more!

Nnn~! Yuri! Yuri! Miss Yuri! Use me! Use me harder! Aiiiiii!

*

With a sigh of delight, Taberu threw aside her vibrator and rolled onto her front, reaching back to massage her giant, swollen cheeks. The Wild Cards had blown them up twice over, leaving her with a pair of doughy beanbags for a butt.

Digging her hands deep into the flesh, Taberu pulled the two apart and released them with a clap. It took several long seconds for the fat to stop jiggling.

Mmm~, speaking of butts~.

Slipping a hand deep into her chest, Taberu rummaged around and grabbed something small and hard and smooth. She pulled it out with a plop.

*

As light returned to her eyes, Blake whimpered, half in lust and half in horror. The touch of the giant catgirl’s hands made her want to scream in delight and shiver. She felt as if her entire body had been reduced to a tiny erogenous point.

Nonetheless, as Taberu held her up, Blake managed to focus enough to shout. Where am I? she thought-screamed. What did you do to the others?

Taberu giggled. “We’re in my bedroom, nya. As for nyour friends… hmm… I know Futa took the redhead and the blonde. She was having a lot of fun with the former the last time I saw her.”

If Blake could have moved, she would have flinched.

“As for that little princess, I think she’s in here somewhere.” She patted her cleavage. “I’ll have to dig around and see if I can reunyite nyou, nya~.”

The sight of the catgirl’s teasing eyes and fang-filled smile made Blake shiver inside. Please, she cried, you can’t do this to–

“Sure I can!” said Taberu, sticking out her tongue. “Anyway, I’ve had enough of talking to nyou, buttplug. Time for nyou to go where nyou belong.”

The idea struck Blake’s brain like a hammer. No! Nononono!

“In nyou go!” cried Taberu, using her free hand to insert her. “Choo choo!”

No!

Between Taberu’s cheeks lay a giant pink donut, thick and puckered like a pair of lips eager for a kiss. Blake could only scream, desperate for mercy, as she slammed headfirst into its embrace.

Darkness replaced the light once more. Heat and humidity assaulted her from all angles. As she slipped deeper in, screaming every millimeter for Taberu to stop, the walls of the catgirl’s rectum tightened around her, hitting her with a blast of intense, undeniable pleasure.

Nn~! Blake struggled to think. Ah!

Finally, her feet caught the rim of Tabby’s anus. She came to a stop.

“Mmm~,” said Taberu. “There, nya. I think I’ll leave nyou in there for a week or two. Enjoy!”

Trapped in the darkness, Blake could only moan.

*

Aqua didn’t have eyes to cry with anymore, but it didn’t stop her from trying to.

“There,” said Doujinshi, giving her an affectionate pat on her swollen behind. “Enjoy nyourself, nya. I’m sure everyone else is going to.” Giggling, she turned and marched away, shoes clacking against the tiles of the restroom.

Wait! Wait! Come back! You can’t just leave me like this! Trapped in her own body, bent over and pumped up like a balloon, Aqua wailed in her head, desperate to break free. Beside her, the other one like her–the princess or whatever–stood just as inanimate. The Bakeneko had put them both in this… this… restroom, like they were–Aqua swallowed–like they were urinals.

As Aqua collapsed into a fresh round of silent tears, the door swished open, and a pair of catgirls bounced in. “Oooh, look, nyew relief stations, nya!”

Shivering, Aqua looked up… and found herself staring at a pair of giant, bulging cocks barely contained by too-small denim short shorts. She whimpered.

“Aww, look, she’s scared,” said one of the Bakeneko, elbowing her sister. “We should show her how much fun she’s going to have, nya.”

Her partner giggled coquettishly. “Oooh, can I? Can I?”

Skipping forward, she unzipped her shorts and guided the largest, hardest cock Aqua had ever seen into the air. Aqua stopped crying to stare in shock, all her thoughts frozen solid by the sight. A second later, this brief composure shattered. Please don’t put it in me! Please don’t put it in me! Please don’t–!

“Urgh,” said the other catgirl. “Shut her up, nya.”

With a giggle, her partner pulled back…

…and thrust her giant cock straight into Aqua’s mouth.

Mmmmphf! As the Bakeneko tightened her grip on Aqua’s handles, using them to force her shaft even deeper, the former-goddess found her altered mouth stretched wide, straining to take in the catgirl’s swollen girth. Mmmmphf!

Giggling, the catgirl pulled back and thrust again… and again and again and again… slamming her titanic rod into Aqua’s mouth over and over, picking up speed as precum lathered her length and lubricated the procedure.

Aqua squealed, struggling to pull free. She could taste it! She could taste it! She could feel every vein.

Worse than the taste was the undeniable sense of pleasure each thrust of the catgirl’s cock brought her. Every strike of the ram against her gate made her shiver with a shockwave of ecstasy. All she could do was hope it would soon be over.

Finally, the Bakeneko pulled back, took a deep breath, and gave one last forceful thrust. Her cock twitched, shivered, and exploded, filling Aqua’s mouth so full of cum it overflowed and dribbled onto her breasts. She could only whimper as the catgirl extracted herself.

…I’m a goddess… I’m a goddess…

“Nyow it’s my turn!” said the other catgirl. “I wanna try her butt, nya!”

*

Frozen, her body reduced to a tight rod of plastic, Lucy struggled to resist as the catgirl lowered her to her pussy.

After a thousand subjective hours trapped in a porn mag, unable to do anything but seduce and screw a generic repairman, Lucy had found herself begging for a release. She would have given anything, anything to escape from the cycle.

Now, as her inanimate form sailed towards the catgirl’s sex, she found herself wishing she were screwing the repairman again.

Stop! Don’t put me in you!

The catgirl stopped. “Why are nyou so scared, nya?” said Yuri, not unkindly. “This is what dildos are meant to be used for.”

Lucy wanted to scream. How did you even respond to a statement like that? I’m not a dildo! Turn me back!

“Hmm, nyou look like a dildo, nya.” She shrugged. “Look, I know nyou’re scared, so I’ll take it nyiiiice and slowly, nya. One…” She pulled Lucy back. “...Two…” She tightened her grip. “...Aaaaand three!” She slammed Lucy into her like a hammer into a nail.

Aiii! Lucy screamed as she slipped deep into the sticky depths of Yuri’s vagina.

“Oh, Momdammit,” said Yuri. “I forgot the slow part.” She sighed. “Oh well. At least there’s still the nyice!”

Lucy felt the catgirl’s finger tighten on her, their grip raising a simmering flame of delight that blazed through her form. Trapped in the darkness and the wet, body burning, wanting to screw up her eyes and moan, she could only strain and take it as Yuri pulled her back and thrust her in again. With each strike, the pleasure grew that much stronger.

*

Tifa struggled to pull away as Futanari reached for her.

“Nyou know, I really should have thought of nyou earlier,” said the Bakeneko, letting her cock flop onto her thighs with a slap.

The catgirl’s eyes filled Tifa’s vision. At first she’d been glad to find herself a human again, but if this was her fate, she would have rather stayed a mannequin. Her body felt so full, as if she’d been drinking and drinking for hours without rest. Whatever was inside her, it wanted to leave through any hole it had available. Her boobs, her pussy, her mouth–everything felt as if it would overflow at the slightest touch.

Futanari licked her lips. “Let’s see how good nyou are, nya~.” Wrapping her hand around Tifa’s entire body, Futa placed her thumb on the button on Tifa’s head. “Nyou should enjoy this, nya~.”

With a smirk, she pushed down.

Tifa screamed as the dam without her burst and a thick, clear fluid spurted out of her vagina, nipples, and mouth. As she moaned in her head, wishing she still had the power to squeal aloud, she came with a force she’d never before felt. Orgasm ripped through her–liquid spurt from all her holes. Futanari caught it like hand wash and lathered her cock in it with a smile.

“Ah,” she said, “purrfect. Masturbating with lube feels so much better, nya!”

Tifa could only whimper as Futa squeezed her some more.

*

Albedo’s body felt tight and hard and rigid. She wanted to move, to thrash, to scream in protest, but no matter how hard she fought, her body simply refused to obey her.

She’d thought being reduced to that idiotic half-dragon’s apparel was bad enough, but this experience was beyond the pale. Put me down! she thought, wishing she could snarl.

The catgirl holding her gave her a smug smirk. “Hmm,” said Taberu, amusement dancing in her eyes. “How about ‘nyo’, nya?”

Albedo could have screamed.

“Hmm,” said the other catgirl, the one with blood-red eyes, “I don’t know why nyou picked such a nyoisy one.”

Taberu giggled. “Of course nyou do.” She licked her lips. “It’s because it’s so much more fun to break them! Nyow spread nyour legs.”

With a sigh, Nomi did as requested. Still giggling, Taberu clambered atop her, earning a series of grunts and winces from her smaller, thinner sister.

“Nyow,” said Tabby, planting her butt on her sister’s chest, “lemme just find a good angle aaaand…”

Albedo gasped as she found herself pulled back. A second later, she shot forward like a bolt out of a crossbow. Don’t you daaaaaaar–!

Schlup!

Nomi’s lower lips gave Albedo’s length a long, wet kiss. Albedo writhed–or tried to–in frustration, wishing she could scream and thrash and snarl, as Taberu tightened her grip, pulled her back, and thrust her deeper, earning a scream from her sister.

As she slid even deeper into the catgirl’s pussy, Albedo experienced a crushing blast of pleasure. It struck her brain like a hammer striking an anvil, silencing her thoughts with the force of its impact.

Ainz-sama…

*

Darkness squealed in excitement as Futanari turned to her. Yes! Yes! It was her turn! It was her turn! Use me! Use me! Use me like the dirty toy I am!

With a smirk, Futa traced a finger along Darkness’s hard yellow shell. “Oh, aren’t nyou a rarity, nya? It’s nyot often I get a toy who likes it. Let alone one who keeps liking it.”

As the catgirl picked her up, Darkness shivered in anticipation. All she could think about was being filled by Futa’s cock. (A tiny part of her felt bad for her friends and all the other girls Futanari had caught, but that part of her was currently being outvoted by the majority that wanted cock in her now.)

“Nyow,” said Futanari, “I could just use nyou like I used nyour friend…” She held up the leaking form of Megumin. “...But nyou want it, nya, so where’s the fun in that? Why don’t we do a little foreplay first…?”

Darkness wanted to moan. F-foreplay?

“Hmm-mmm~.” Futanari licked her lips. “Let’s see… How should I do this?” A thin smile on her face, she stuck out a finger and lowered it to Darkness’s exposed sex.

Darkness wanted to pant and moan. She’s going to finger me! Ah, she’s going to stick her sticky fingers inside me and wiggle them all around!

What Futanari actually did was come to a stop with her finger hovering over Darkness’s clit… and poke it ever so gently.

The flame of lust roaring in Darkness’s sex flared. More!

Chuckling darkly, Futanari stroked her finger down Darkness’s right labia and back up her left, leaving the former crusader shivering in anticipation. Use me! she begged. Use me!

Futanari poked her clitoris again and resumed stroking her labia with a thin smirk. Each loop, each cycle, fanned the flame in Darkness’s sex. By the tenth, she was so horny it was maddening. Use me! Use me! By Eris, use me!

The Bakeneko smirked. “There. I think nyou’re horny enough nyow.”

Darkness moaned. Finally!

“...I think I’ll leave nyou like this for a week or so while I play with nyour friend some more, nya. Have fun!

Darkness wanted to scream. No!

*

Bulma, hard and tight and unable to move in the slightest, tried to squirm as the Bakeneko raised her from the bedside cabinet.

“Ah,” said Nomi, licking her lips. “I’d almost forgotten about nyou. Nyou were the one I drank in that changing room, weren’t nyou?”

If Bulma had still been human, she would have shivered. The last thing she wanted to think about was the sensation of being drunk.

Nomi smiled. “It’s a shame nyou’re nyot so juicy in this form, nya. I quite enjoyed nyour taste. Nyevermind though. Instead, why don’t I treat nyou to some of my juices?” She licked her fangs.

Bulma’s lost heart froze as the catgirl spread her legs and bared the pallid lips hidden between them. Every part of her body wanted to cry out and beg. She wasn’t really going to be put her in there, was she?

“Nyes,” said Nomi, eyes sparkling in amusement. “Enjoy the taste, nya~.”

Without waiting for a response, she thrust Bulma forward.

No!

With a schlup, Bulma crashed headfirst into the catgirl’s lips and vanished screaming into the darkness. Cold, wet flesh sucked on her from all angles–Nomi’s vagina had all the warmth of a cave.

As Bulma struggled to escape her own body, Nomi tightened her grip on her handle and forced her in deeper. Harsh pleasure surged through Bulma’s form–if she’d still been human, she would have snapped upright and moaned. Instead, she burned silently, her every atom fighting to explode outward as her core went into meltdown. If she’d still had a mouth, her scream would have been heard kilometers away. As it was, the only one who heard it was her as it echoed around her own head.

Pulling back, Nomi thrust her in deeper.

*

Zelda watched, struggling to keep herself calm, as the cat-things finished abusing the blue-haired girl beside her. Having started by taking turns, they had since chosen to share her. Even as Zelda stared, the two bucked her back and forth like a seesaw, making the former-woman’s rubberized body squeak with every thrust.

Observing from her own unfortunate vantage point, Zelda felt several desires, most of them conflicting: to help, to hide, to protect herself, to beg. But the most prevalent emotion she felt, the one which overrode all the others, was the absolute despair of being unable to choose and act. All she could do was stand there, bent over, her swollen bosom dangling, her bloated derriere thrust out. All she could do was wait, knowing what was coming.

Finally, with an almost simultaneous grunt and sigh, the cat-people finished their business. Extracting their members from the blue-haired girl’s holes, they wiped them on her assets and stepped away… before turning their attention inevitably to her.

Zelda’s lost heart started to pound.

“Oh hey,” said one of the catgirls. “I almost forgot about this other one, nya. I bet she’s all upset that we’ve been leaving her out of the fun.”

“Nyou’re right!” said her partner. “We’re so, like, cruel. Why don’t we give her some attention too, nya?”

Zelda struggled against herself, desperate to plead and beg. Her futile struggles only seemed to amuse the cat-things more.

Stroking their members, the two approached her. One slipped behind her. The other stopped before her mouth. The catgirl’s swollen sex filled Zelda’s sight like the trunk of the world’s mightiest tree. She wanted to pull away, to scream for them to stop, but all she could do was watch as the creatures seized her handles–rear and front–together, aimed their shafts at her holes and–

Schlup! Schlup!

Two bolts of sensation struck Zelda simultaneously, one from each end. Coursing through her spine, they met in her center, met and exploded in a rapturous burst of pleasure that would have left her screaming if she could still move her mouth.

The taste of their issue, the feeling of their veins, the strain of stretching to contain their griths–she hated every aspect of it, but the pleasure it brought was undeniable.

As the catgirl’s pulled back and started to pump, Zelda felt a new emotion budding in the soil of her trapped psyche: lust.

*

Unhand me! Release me right now! Trapped in the catgirl’s grip, her entire body reduced to a hard shaft maybe twelve inches in length, Weiss could only scream and beg as Taberu raised her.

“I’m surprised nyou’re so mad, nya~,” said Taberu, licking her lips. “Nyou must have really enjoyed being part of my boobs.”

Weiss shuddered. The memory of being trapped on Taberu’s chest, reduced to two jiggling sacks of fat, was something she didn’t want to remember. The only thing worse was the experience that had preceded it: being licked and sucked on and swallowed.

Taberu smiled. “Don’t worry, nya. Nyour nyew form is going to be a little more permanent. But it should be just as fun.” She chuckled. “Why don’t I show nyou?”

Before Weiss had time to think of a response, she found herself snatched up to Taberu’s face. No! she cried, horror flashing through her. For an instant, she thought Taberu was going to eat her again.

What the Bakeneko actually did wasn’t much better: licking her lips, she slipped Weiss between them, slathering Weiss’s body in a thick coating of saliva. “Mmm~,” said the catgirl, sliding her in and out. “Mmm~, nyou still taste pretty good, nya.” Her voice sounded muffled.

Forced in and out–in and out–out Taberu’s mouth, Weiss squirmed at the heat and pressure assaulting her. Drenched in Taberu’s saliva, caught in the voice of the catgirl’s lips, Weiss wanted to moan as a fire ignited in her core, growing so strong it threatened to melt what remained of her. Stop!

Taberu chuckled.

Just as Weiss thought it couldn’t get any worse, a new sensation struck her: Taberu’s tongue, long and meaty and wet, coiled around her like a King Taijitu and tightened, constricting her. The pressure she was under tripled instantly in intensity, while the fire in her core roared hotter than ever.

Stop! she moaned as Taberu slipped her in and out, in and out. Stop! Please, please, I can’t take much more of this!

“Purrfect,” said Taberu, sucking even harder.